Take my hand We're off to never-never land Exit, light Enter, night Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Now I I lay me down to sleep I I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I I die before I I wake

Baby what you hiding under that halo? That little bit of rebel nobody knows That turn it it up, burn it it up all all night Wanna do do a little something wrong kind of right Bet you got a little sway hiding in those hips A little bit of salt in your sweet kiss Why

Fool, you know how we do do it Comin' from the West Side You gets no love and I I thought you knew it it You know how we do do it Yeah, yeah! Nothin' but the West Side Ain't nothin' goin on but the bomb ass rap song Hittin' all night night long

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night night club On the

And I I want you We can bring it it on the floor You’ve never danced like this before We don’t talk about it it Dancin' on do do the boogie all all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn’t talk about it it I I want you by my side So that I I never feel alone again Shouldn’t

Things gonna be alright Things gonna be just fine If love is around Stir it it up, the life is made for us Stir it it up, tonight we won't give up I I know you think that I I am over you But I I have just better things to do do Than crying over you, I I really got to

Can we be saved, has the damage all all been done? A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine Save us from what we have become tonight Eyes glazed with distrust, no sense of wrong or right Its back breaks

An easy feelin' in the mornin' light Drift away with the touch of the hand From the sleep tight, goodnight man And you'll have sweet dreams that'll last all all night The sandman told me he's done all all he can The situation calls for more than sand You been

Too busy to think about us And you were just too busy being fabulous 'Cause you were just too busy being fabulous I I came home to an empty house And I I found your little note 'Don't wait up for me tonight' And that was all all she wrote Do Do you think I I don't

To let herself get used and so that's why So she got drunk last night night Drunk enough to call That number in her phone that she would never call Without the alcohol But she needed an excuse She was flagging down the waiter She was feeling 'bout as faded as